Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-09-16
THE QUEENS OF HOME.
Rev. DR.. Talmage Peaches at the
Eamptons.

iheir Troubles to Their Wives.
HE HAMpToNs, Sept. 4.-The Rev. DR..
y. De Witt Talmages text to-day was from
score queens" Following is the sermon in
full:
80 Solomon, by one stroke, set forth the
imperial character of true Christian wo-
man. She is not slave, not hireling,
not subordinate, but a queen; and in my
text Solomon sees sixty Of these helping to
make up the royal pageant of Jesus. In
former sermon I showed you that crown
and courtly attendants, and imperial ward
robe were not necessary TO make a queen;
but that graces of the heart and life will
give coronation to any woman. l showed
you at some length that woman's position
was higher in the world than mans, and
that although she had often been denied
the light of suffrage, she always did vote
and always would vote by her influence;
and that her chief desire ought to be that
she should have grace rightly to rule in the
dominion which she has already won. I
began an enumeration of some of her
rights, and this morning resume the sub.
jec.
In the first place, woman has special
and superlative right-not again going
back to what have already said-woman
has the special and superlative right of
blessing and comforting the sick.
What land, what street, what house has
MT felt the smitings of disease? Tens of
Thousands of sick beds! What shall we do
with them? Shall man, with his rough
haid and clumsy foot go stumbling around
thesick room trying to soothe the dis
the Nossing patient? The young man at
COLLEGE may scotf at the idea of being un-
der material influences; but at the first
blast Of the typhoid fever on his cheek, he
says: "Where is mother" Walter Scott
wrote partly in satire and partly in compli-
ment when he said:
0 woman, in hours of ease.
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please.
Whn pain and anguish wiring the brow,
mhistering angel thou.
think She most pathetic passage of all
the Bible 3 the description of the lad who
went out to the harvest field of Shunem
and got misunderstanding his hands on
his templesand crying out: "Oh, my head!
my head!" and they said "Carry him to
his mother" And then the record is: Gle
sat on her knees till noon, and then died"
1t is On awfulthing to be ill away from
home in o strange hotel, once in awhile
mon coming into look atyou, holding their
hand over their mouth for fear they will
catch the contagion. How roughly they
turn you in bed. How loudly they talk.
How you long for the ministries of home.
knew one such who went away from one
Of the brightest of homes, for several
weeks business absence ut the west. A
telegram came at midnight that he was on
his death bed, far away from home. By
express train the wife and daughters went
westward, but they wenttoo late. He feared
not to die, but he was in agony to live until
his family got there. He tried to bride the
doctor to make him live a little while
longer. He said II am willing to die,
but not alone" But the pulses huttered,
the eyes closed and the heart stopped. The
EXPRESS trains met in the midnight; wife
and daughters going westward-lifeless re-
mains of husband and father coming east
ward. Oh, it was sad, pitiful, over
whelming spectacle! When we are sick
We want to be sick at home; when the time
comes for us to die we want to die at home.
The room may be very humble, and the
faces that look into ours may be very plain;
but who cares for that? Loving hands to
battle the temples. Loving voices to speak
good cheer. Loving lips to read the COM
forting promises of Jesus. In our last
dreadful war, men cast the cannon; men
fashioned the musketry; men cried to the
hosts Forward, march," men hurled
their battalions on the sharp edges of the
enemy, crying, "Charge! charged" but wo-
man scraped the lint; woman admins
tered the cordials; woman watched by the
dying couch; woman wrote tho last message
to the home circle; woman wept at the
solitary burial attended by herself and four
men and spade. We greeted the General
home with brass bands, and triumphul
arches, and wild huzzas; but the story is
too good to be written anywhere, save in
the chronicles of Heaven, of Mrs. Brady,
who came down among the sick in the
swamps of the Chickahominy; of Margaret
Breckenridge, who came to men who had
been for weeks with their wounds I'M
Gressed-some OF them frozen to the
ground, and when she turned them over
those that had an arm left waved it and
filled the air with their "hurrah;" Of Mrs.
Hodge, who came from Chicago with
blankets and with pillows, until the men
shouted: "Three cheers for the Christian
commission God bless the women at
home" then sitting down to take the last
message: "Tell my wife not to fret about
me, but to meet me in Heaven; tell her to
train up the boys whom we have loved so
we'll; tell her we shall meet again in the
good land; tell her to bear my loss like the
Christian wife Of Christian SOLDIER" and
OF Mrs. Shelton, into whose face the con-
valescent soldier looked and said: "Your
grapes and cologne cured me-" Men did
their work with shot and shell and carbine
and howitzer; women did their work with
socks and slippers and bandages and warm
drinks and Scripture texts and gentle
stockings of the hot temples and stories of
that land where they never have any pain.
Men knelt down over the wounded and
said: "On which side did you fght?"
Women knelt down over the wounded and
said: "Where are you hurt? What nice
thing can make for you to eat? What
makes you cry?" Tonight, while we men
are sound asleep in our beds, there will be
a light in yonder loft; there will be groan-
ing down that dark alley; there will be cries
Of distress in that cellar. Men will sleep,
and women will watch.
Again; woman has superlative right to
take care of the poor. There are hundreds
and thousands of them all over the land.
There is q kind of work that men cannot
do for the poor. Here comes group of
very little bare foot children to the door of
the Dorcas Society. They need to be
clothed and provided for. Which of these
directors of banks would know how many
yards it would take to make that little girl
a dress? Which of these masculine hands
could fit hat to that little girls head?
Which of the wise men would know how to
tie that new pair of shoes? Man some
times gives his charity in rough way, and
it falls like the fruit of tree in the east,